Profile: If ever there were a Decepticon worth avoiding, Horri-Bull is it. It's not just that he's a bad tempered bully with a penchant for smashing through anything (or anyone) in his path and then coming back and grinding them into dust. No, why so many Transformers (be they Autobot or Decepticon) tend to go out of their way to avoid Horri-Bull, is that when it comes to personal hygiene, Horri-Bull leaves a lot to be desired. Even he can't remember the last time he had a steam bath, and his body is coated with several years worth of grime and grease. To make matters worse, a glitch in his internal fuel lines means that he continually regurgitates used oil as a black sludge that then drips (or worse, sprays) from his mouth as he talks. This, combined with the fact that he has a habit of belching noxious clouds of black smoke from his nose goes some way to explaining why he is such a solitary character. Many wonder why Horri-Bull doesn't at least wash, or have his fuel lines repaired. The fact is, he likes being an odious slob, feeling it somehow sets him apart from the run-of-the-mill Decepticon warrior

Abilities: Though somewhat limited in the brain department, Horri-Bull is both very strong and very tough (though it's rumored that a good percentage of his armor plating is actually dirt). He's a lumbering engine of destruction, wielding (in robot mode) a concussion blaster with an effective range of over twelve miles. In bull mode, he's even more densely armored, and uses a tail flame thrower to incinerate his enemies. If Horri-Bull wishes to hide himself from enemy view (and it's not an option he often feels constrained to use), he can emit an effective - if odorous - smokescreen by exhaling dense clouds of black smoke. He's by no means fast, but he always gets the job done!

Weaknesses: Horri-Bull has few actual weaknesses, but does tend to find himself isolated from back-up in battles. It's also said that if the wind is blowing in the wrong direction, Horri-Bull is something of a liability, as his foes can smell him a mile off!

Sample Post: Horri-Bull hated sentry duty. Not just because it was boring. Not just because it didn't involve smashing things on a regular basis but it was done solely to let the base air out after accumulating too much of the lumbering Decepticon's trademark filth and stench. A fact he found all the more annoying but the fact that he was often prodded out by his comrades at gun point when he didn't want to leave.

Fortunately they were station on a marshy planet and there was a nearby bog for him to wallow in. Horri-Bull's sole comfort was the warm, dirty waters that prevailed in this dirty, humid environment. He often let himself sink in up to his optics in beast mode doing his best Skullcruncher immitation as he waited for Autobots to come by. The waters did something to weaken his scent and thus granted him some concealment.

His eyes darted to the left, seeing something moving underwater. "Trying to sneak in eh?" He says, converting to robot mode and firing at the spot the thing was moving. But what rose out of the water was what looked like an ominous pair of jaws attached to the planet's most dangerous predator. Horri-Bull scoffed and fired again, the shots get the beast angry enough to charge. However when it got close it began to recoil. "Can't stand my smell huh? Too bad for you that it's not negotiable." He gets in close enough to force the beasts jaws open and cram the gun barrel inside, firing several times until the beast dies. "Well I can't say this was boring." He remarked before reverting to his beast mode, watching as the waters claimed the beast's body. He then returns to his spot and continues to wallow, waiting to be relived.